She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.
no longer writing in the third person
We look out over the river to a block of luxury flats built on the site of some old docks. It would be nice to live right there. Yes. The conversation drifts to the pleasantness of warm lighting and whether anyone needs a smart home. I interrupt her to make a joke about the French Raj as he runs up the causeway. We stand there laughing. The fireworks go off behind him.
no i haven't really read anything
a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.
I created this site
.its good
its good short few pages
isaac
god "possessing" artists "possessing" people
sorry i am texting like a slav
Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17
i understand
magnetises a pin
i want to do that too
feel you
this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet
a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it
ahnaf is it worth reading all those books
somewhere between instagram and chatgpt
whats your name?
we need to be deconstructing our identities